Let me die a youngman's death

not a clean and inbetween

the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with siler hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rial gangsters
with ham!sted tommyguns burst in
and gie me a short bac" and insides
Or when I'm 1#$
and banned from the %aern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away eery piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wa& and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death